Death drove up to me
In his shiny black car.
It was smooth, it was sleek
It was a Jaguar.
He opened the door
And waved at the chair,
Yet all I could do
Was stand there and stare.
He spoke to me in a voice
Seductive and calm,
"Come my dear,
Let me take you by the arm."
"You've had a good life
As you well know,
I see everyone's lives
Played back like a show."
"Some that are sad
And I weep and weep.
Others that are interesting -
Those I like to keep."
"Yours made me laugh,
Yours made me smile.
Though laughing and smiling
Is not my style."
I looked at him.
He stared at me.
I gazed over his shoulder
At the sighing sea.
I got in the car
And we drove into the sun.
My old life had ended,
My new just begun.
a note: I wrote this aged 12 when myself and my family were going through a difficult time. I dedicate this poem to my inspirational Granny Penketh.